text_original: Roland does not spare his lady a thought. At his death, he thinks of God and father  land, of the emperor and his former conquests, and the men of his line ; he bids his sword a tender fare  well ; but he is undisturbed by any grief for the woman who holds him dear."
text_transcription: ROLAND DOES NOT SPARE HIS LADY OF THOUGHT AT HIS DEATH HE THINKS OF GOD AND FATHERLAND OF THE EMPEROR AND HIS FORMER CONQUESTS AND THE MEN OF HIS LINE HE BIDS HIS SWORD A TENDER FAREWELL BUT HE IS UNDISTURBED BY ANY GRIEF FOR THE WOMAN WHO HOLDS HIM DEAR
phonemes: ɹˈoʊlənd dʌznˌɑːt spˈɛɹ hɪz lˈeɪdi ɐ θˈɔːt. æt hɪz dˈɛθ, hiː θˈɪŋks ʌv ɡˈɑːd ænd fˈɑːðɚ lˈænd, ʌvðɪ ˈɛmpɚɹɚ ænd hɪz fˈɔːɹmɚ kˈɑːŋkwɛsts, ænd ðə mˈɛn ʌv hɪz lˈaɪn ; hiː bˈɪdz hɪz sˈɔːɹd ɐ tˈɛndɚ fˈɛɹ wˈɛl ; bˌʌt hiː ɪz ʌndɪstˈɜːbd baɪ ˌɛni ɡɹˈiːf fɚðə wˈʊmən hˌuː hˈoʊldz hˌɪm dˈɪɹ."